Stupid

Rare form for the lass this morning. She couldn’t get her coat on, so when she climbed into the car she was screaming at the top of her lungs about the “stupid coat.” She started slamming it against her brother, who curled up on his side to defend himself from the hurricane on the other side of the car. I yelled at her to knock it off and she yelled right back that she wasn’t doing anything.

Happy Monday!

She couldn’t get her coat on because whoever had previously worn the item last (ahem), had turned the sleeves inside out in the process of taking it off. After pointing that fact out, she fixed it and then resumed operation “Put On My Coat.” Which again ended in failure and her screaming about the stupid coat. I glanced over my shoulder: she had both arms in the sleeves this time, but couldn’t pull the coat down behind her because of the seatbelt she was wearing. When I point out, she pulled the coat off again and with a outsized “harumph” crumpled it into a ball in her lap.

I’m glad the school gets her for the rest of the morning.